”It seems as if his mind is still immersed in the nectar of Sat-chit-ananda. Maybe this is the reason there is so much sweetness, so much pathos in it. He just utters two words, but these two words seem to be coming out of a sea of nectar..."
O.o “ In front of him is a hookah that he is smoking through a brass pipe. His mind is fixed within. His attendant stands nearby. Having taken a number of puffs, he mutters, “Sri Guru, Sri Guru.”
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